13. A storm is brewing #3
A new wave of desire crashes over me. “I love it when you beg, baby.”
Maybe the Lady in Red and I are more similar than I thought.
I reach for my belt. He watches me, eyes feverish, as I take my cock out.
I’m so hard already, I can feel my heartbeat in the swelling veins along my shaft.
He leans forwards and rubs his face all over my erection, and I can’t take it anymore.
I can’t fight it. I fist his hair and bury my cock between his inviting lips. He moans, spit running down his chin.
I've been dreaming about this since the first day we met.
“Fuck... Ewan... That’s it...” I hit the back of his throat and pleasure zips through me.
I wish we could take our time and do it the romantic way. Ewan deserves to be worshipped. Through the haze of pleasure, I worry I might be a little too forceful, but when I try to pull back, he whines and drags me back inside his warm mouth.
That’s it, I’m a goner. I grab his face with both hands and piston inside him.
There is no stopping my orgasm. I come on his tongue, and he drinks me to the last drop.
He’s rubbing himself through his clothes with both hands, and from the jerking motion of his hips, I know he’s coming too.
We didn’t even last five minutes. He falls back on the couch and I bend forwards, breathing hard and stars dotting my vision.
We catch our breaths, but I quickly realise my body is still on fire. This was far from enough. I want more. So much more.
My hands pull at his clothes. “I want you naked.” I want to feel his skin on mine.
He lift his hips to help me pull his pants down. I get rid of his shoes and socks in one swift motion. They are enemies to vanquish, as they stand in the way of having him entirely naked under me. I help him pull the rest of his clothes over his head.
“You need to sit on my face. Now,” I growl.
Ewan gasps.
I drop to my knees then lie back on the floor in front of the fireplace, using his clothes as a pillow.
He stands above me, stark naked and unsure, his chest covered by a sheen of sweat. “James... I can’t... I’m too heavy...”
“Stop being silly and come sit on my face. I want to eat you out and feel your thighs choke me.”
“Oh my god...” He looks hesitant, but his lust take over and he obeys.
I stare, in awe, as he turns then places his knees by my ears. He hovers above me, almost in a 69 position. I grab his thighs, pull him down, and bury my face between his ass cheeks.
Fucking finally.
He falls forwards as soon as my tongue enters him, as if his arms can no longer hold him up.
My Scottish hunk loves being eaten out, and luckily for him, I love doing it to him.
I nibble and lick and suck and fuck him with my mouth.
His cock is still wet from his earlier orgasm in his pants, and I rub a hand on it. We’ll make such a mess, and I love it.
“You taste like soap,” I say.
“I... I cleaned myself earlier... Just in case...”
Just in case we fucked tonight. He was open to the idea.
“Fuck, that’s hot. You’re the best. Grab the lube in my pocket,” I say eventually.
It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, then he pats my jeans and finds Shirley’s gift. “You took it with you...”
“Of course I did. It’s a very useful gift. Give it to me.”
We both came prepared tonight.
As soon as the bottle is in my hand, I squirt a generous amount on my fingers and work them inside him. A few drops fall on my sweatshirt, but I don’t care. He tries to stifle his moans by burying his face in my jeans.
“You don’t need to keep quiet,” I say. “The house will make sure no sound escapes this room. You can be as loud as you want. I love it. In fact, it makes me lose my mind...”
It’s all he needed to hear, and he finally lets go.
He moans and sobs as I finger him. I fear my sweet giant never dared to truly be himself in bed.
He learned to hold it back, probably out of shame.
But no more of that. I’ll show him how fucking perfect he is when he’s allowed to be himself.
He’s a submissive bottom, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
“I wish you could feel how you squeeze my fingers just right,” I say. “I can’t wait to have my cock replace them.”
“Yes... Yes... Yes...” He pushes his ass down, fucking himself on my hand.
It takes all my willpower not to pounce on him. I want to make sure he’s stretched and ready, because when I start fucking him, I know that I won’t be able to control myself. I don’t know if the Lady in Red’s power still has us in a grip, or if it’s us, but I don’t care.
I push both of my thumbs in him, working the ring of muscle.
“James...” he cries.
Then I hear sniffling, and I’m gone. I crawl from under him and push him forwards until his face and arms rest on the couch, and his ass is in the air. I hurriedly look for the condoms in my pockets and rip a package with my teeth. My cock is so hard, I have no problem sliding it on.
I kneel behind him, align my cock with his ass and push in slowly. I find minimal resistance and bottom out on the first thrust.